FREYA'S POV
"Get dressed. Something nice. We are going out."
I look up from my phone to find Adrian standing in the doorway. He is wearing dark slacks and a button up shirt that fits him way too well.
"Out? Like outside?" I sit up from the couch. "Is that safe?"
"I am taking you to dinner. A proper date." He checks his watch. "You have thirty minutes."
"I do not have anything nice to wear. All my clothes are..."
"Check the closet in your room. I had things sent over." He says it so casually. Like buying me an entire wardrobe is normal. "Thirty minutes Freya. Do not make me come get you."
He walks away before I can argue.
I head upstairs and open the closet. My jaw actually drops. Dresses. So many dresses. All in my size. Shoes lined up underneath. Everything I could possibly need.
